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Caution: yiff, gay yiff, strong drug and alcohol references... this story brought to you by about 3 bloody mary's which i just discovered are an awesome drink. Enjoy

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone vibrating. I tried to ignore it but the little voice in my head told me it was probably important. I reluctantly pushed myself up from the floor, feeling my fur stick to the carpet and pull at my skin, a painful reminder that I had been sleeping in a pool of my own cum. I hesitated for a minute to stare at the dark spot on the carpet before deciding that it was indistinguishable from the thousand other spots left by spilt soda and beer that dotted the carpet, ensuring that we were not going to get our deposit back. So with that slightly depressing thought in mind I crawled over to retrieve my pants and fish my phone out of my pocket. I slid open my shitty but reliable Motorola A777 and the name USC Vince scrolled across the screen. I looked at the clock in the corner of the screen and noted that it was 8:34, half an hour after Vince's class ended, before opening the message.

It read, _Bringing a friend over, clean up if you can. _ I slid my phone shut and flopped onto the couch. I glanced around the room taking in the piles of trash and empty beer cans, the mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and the unmistakable sent of sex permeating the room. I decided that the room was a lost cause and I chuckled at the thought that he expected me to clean up what was mostly his mess. So, lifting myself from the couch I decided I could take care of the smell and probably take a bath before Vince got back, but he was bonkers if he thought I could do the dishes or the trash even if I tried. Besides, destroying the evidence of what we had done was definitely the priority right now. Taking care of the smell was easy; I opened a few windows, turned on the fan, and applied copious amounts of Febreze to everything, old stoner habits I guess. Cleaning myself would be a little trickier, the cum stain on my chest was dried and matted but ten minutes soaking in my tub would take care of that.

I grabbed my towel out of my room and made my way to the bathroom. It was small and kinda dirty, like everything else in my apartment, but the tub was large enough for me to lie down in and completely submerge myself in water. I turned the dial to hot and got in, letting the water slowly fill up around me. I rested my head against the back of the tub and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander as the water rose. I know some guys think it's girly to take a bath, but there's just no better feeling than to be completely enveloped in steaming hot water. With a shower I find that that I'm always cold, when I'm facing the water my back is cold, when I face away then my front is cold, and it's way too much work to have to keep turning back and forth every thirty seconds. With a bath I could be warm all over all the time.

The water rose to my chin and I slid down in the tub, letting the water rush over my face, breathing out slowly to keep the water from entering my snout. The water burned my face as it permeated my facefur. I laid there for a while, holding my breath and floating in the blissful warmth. The only sound was the roar of the faucet that was continuing to fill the tub. I knew from force of habit that the tub was almost full so I reached up with my toes and turned the dial to the off position, listening as the roar of sound faded to a trickle and eventually drifted into silence. I pushed against the far side of the tub to slide my head out of the water, taking a slow breath and relishing the taste of steam and the sudden chill of the air.

I feel like a bath is the best place to unwind and think, especially after doing something as mind blowing as giving your best friend a blow job. I can't believe I just did that! How did that even happen? One moment we were watching Bolt, and the next I was on top of him holding his cock and slipping him my tongue for Christ sake! What the Fuck. I tried not to over analyze it. But I just couldn't stop thinking about it; his smooth white stomach, his rough feline tongue, that commanding tone of voice, and the taste of his cum filling my mouth. Oh Vince... I'm not sure if I said his name out loud or merely thought it, but as I said it I orgasmed, shooting more cum onto my chest than I already had. I hadn't even realized I was stroking myself. This was starting to get too weird for me.

I reached for the soap and began the long process of scrubbing the love mark out of my fur. It took less time than I expected, the burning hot water dissolving most of it before I even got to it with the soap, and with one final dunk and an underwater shake I was clean.

I got out of the tub and kicked the drain with my foot, using my hands to squidgy as much water out of my fur as possible before toweling off. It was then that I heard the front door open and Vince's voice talking with that of another fur as they entered the apartment. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door, flexing a little as I did, emerging into the hallway in a cloud of steam.

Vince was talking to a large panther with a bright green Mohawk. He was wearing blue jeans and a black leather jacket covered in patches, chains and metal studs which jutted out in all directions. The patches were decorated with skulls and names of what I assumed were punk rock bands.

Oh great, I thought, another wannabe Punk/Rockabilly asshole. He probably has some lame rebellious, I hate my father, name like "Spitfire" or "The Skipper". _ I think my eyes narrowed just a bit as I remembered the first time I had met "The Skipper"... asshole. And it probably wasn't the friendliest first impression that I ever gave but I was fucking tired of wannabe tough guys trying to push me around in my own house. _But that's another story entirely. So with that slightly prejudiced state of mind I puffed out my chest and gave the newcomer a dead stare before looking over at Vince.

"Who's ur friend?" I asked.

"I'm Striker", the panther said, lifting his chin and taking a step towards me with an outstretched hand.

Called it! _ I stepped towards him and gave his hand a firm squeeze, he tried to out squeeze me in classic tough guy fashion, _god can I call an asshole or what. I was expecting it of course and squeezed right back earning a grin from the newcomer when he realized that I was stronger than I looked, _everyone underestimates foxes for some reason, oh well, let him, it makes winning more fun. _ I gave his hand a firm shake up and down and we released together.

"I'm Keeba", I replied. With that little pissing match out of the way I was free to get down to business. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"Vince here tells me your in the drug trade, I wanted to talk a little business", the panther said with a look of mischievous excitement.

"Before we get into the details", Vince cut in, "why don't you put some pants on?"

"Haha, fair enough", I laughed and gestured to the couch, "have a seat and make yourself at home, Vince will pack you a bong load and I'll be right back." I turned and headed back down the hall towards my room. _Sweet! Another customer, even if he does turn out to be kind of an asshole; repeat customers are worth a little dislike, especially if he brings more customers! _ I walked down the hall with a spring in my step and got dressed in a hurry and headed back out to the living room.

"Dude, are you watching Bolt? What are you? 10?" the panther laughed out loud at his own joke.

Definitely an asshole. "Bolt is fucking hilarious. And anyone who disagrees can go fuck themselves" I returned with conviction.

"Ya whatever man" the panther said before taking a rip off my bong and snapping a bowl meant for all three of us. I was going to have to wash that before I hit it again... something about this guy just screamed STD. "Anyway I'm not here to talk about your lame taste in movies; I'm here to talk about drugs".

"Ok, how much were you looking to buy? We have a little over an eighth on hand but I can get you any quantity you need within a few hours". _Luckily most dealers keep late hours. _

"No no, you misunderstand" the panther chuckled with that mischievous grin of his. "I'm not interested in any of your shitty pot". _Asshole asshole ASSHOLE! "_I came here because Vince said you were interested in buying some ecstasy, wholesale, in quantity".

"Did he?" I replied, a little surprised because this was the first I was hearing about it. "Can you excuse me and my partner for a moment?" I pulled Vince down the hallway and into my room, slamming the door behind us and pinning Vince against it. "Dude what the Fuck?!? Ecstasy?! That's hard drugs dude!" I somehow managed to yell and whisper at the same time.

"Dude relax, it's just ecstasy, it's a party drug that people take to feel good". Vince put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a little shake to knock me out of my panic. "It's not like its meth or anything."

"Oh ya, except that it's CUT WITH METH!" This time I did yell and I'm sure the panther heard it but was probably too stoned to care by now.

"No, Keeba, the stuff Striker sells is pure Molly, it isn't cut with anything. No meth, no cocaine, no hallucinogens". Well shit those might have been fun. "And best of all the profits are amazing. Just hear him out, he's gonna give us a great deal, and he even knows a place where we're guaranteed to sell a shit tone in one night".

"I don't know Vince, this seems a little sketchy". My conviction was fading with every second that Vince stared at me with his big cheetah eyes. "Why can't we just stick to weed?"

"Because you're a shitty pot dealer remember?" He shook me one more time and I dropped my arms in defeat. "Besides I have a feeling you're going to like the place he picked out for us to sell". He reached around and squeezed my ass as he said the last and in the same motion swept me out the door and into the hallway before I could object further.

Striker was sitting on the couch; he had helped himself to the remote and found a UFC rerun on Spike TV. "So I hear you're afraid of a little Meth" he said without looking back. I guess he can handle his shit I thought, not that surprised.

"Let's just say I don't like the people it attracts" I returned as I took a seat on the chair next to the couch. "You said you wanted to talk business, let's hear it".

"Alright", the panther said as he straightened up on the couch, "here's the deal. I got some pure strain Molly, I sell you the pills for five dollars each and you turn around and sell them for ten dollars apiece. I'll hook you up with a location where you can easily sell 200 pills a night, weekends mostly. All you gotta do is show up, distribute and go home".

"200 pills sound like a lot, what makes you think we can push that much?"

"Experience, I started slinging in the same place, you'll take home a grand a night easily."

"Sounds too good to be true", I said with a frown. "So what's the catch? Why give up a grand a night gig to someone u don't even know?"

"Moving up the food chain", the panther grinned back at me. "Making my money as a distributer; better hours, less exposure, and I just got tired of dealing with all the fags."

"The what now?" That last part took be by surprise, years of hiding in the closet had conditioned me not to react too strongly to gay slurs, but they always caught my attention.

"The Fags. The place you'll be selling at is a gay club called Tails".

"Never heard of it". I looked over at Vince who was sitting on the other side of striker. He was grinning at me with an expression that said 'I told you you'd like it'.

"And you won't, it's an underground club, literally, they set up shop in some underground storage space in the industrial district. I guess the fags don't like the limelight or something, but it draws around a thousand people a night. And if there's one good thing about the gay community it's their love of the E" Striker laughed whole heartedly, his pearly white fangs standing out against the blackness of his fur. I had a mental flash of the wolf from the movie 300, but if a little gay bashing was the worst this guy had to offer then I could deal with that.

"Ok, let's do this, we got $320 to start with so that's what?..." I started to multiply in my head before mumbling 'fuck it' and fishing my cell phone out of my pocket. "320 divided by 5 that's 64 pills"

"I only sell in 100 pill increments" the panther reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a bag of pink pill capsules. He tossed it onto the table in front of me with a smile, "I'll take the 320 and you can pay me the other 180 tomorrow when I get you another bag of pills".

"Getting a little ahead of ourselves aren't we", I said with a smile. "Let's just see how this goes before we set up a daily delivery". _Pushy mother fucker, no wonder he's moving up. _

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And thats how I got to the club...

It was huge, a hole in the wall between two warehouses that lead down into a storage space larger than both warehouses combined. There was no bouncer on the outside, nor was there anything else to suggest there a club below, just a nondescript door that lead to a staircase wide enough for four furs to walk down side by side. About half way down the corridor a red carpet started, marked by torches on the walls at either side. The red carpet extended down another hundred feet before it hit the bottom landing and turned sharply to the right.

Just around the corner was the bouncer, standing in the middle of the red carpet and in front of a massive pair of wooden double doors. He was a Husky, somewhere between 6' and 6'2", wearing a black suit with a white undershirt, the kind you always see security guards wear in bad action flicks. He was even wearing a pair of black sunglasses, that's right sunglasses...underground. The only other thing on him was a metal detector he was holding in his right hand.

I heard the distinct sound of laughter and the echo of footsteps in the stairwell behind us which convinced me we had the right place. I stepped up to the bouncer and stuck my arms out to my side, like I had done so many times at airport terminals or sports stadiums. The Husky looked down at me without saying a word. His face was utterly blank as he stepped up to me and waved the wand up and down in front of me, giving off beep or two when he passed my belt buckle and pockets. He must have been satisfied because he stood aside and waited for me to move past before repeating the process on Vince. When he finished with Vince he motioned with his hand for us to stand to his left before returning to look up the stairwell. The footsteps were getting louder and I could make out at least three voices chatting back and forth, I couldn't tell what they were saying yet, only the mumbling rhythm of the conversation punctuated by spurts of laughter.

"So does this mean we can go in now?" Vince asked, pulling my attention away from the voices up the hall.

"I don't know", I replied honestly. "It doesn't look like our friend here is the talkative type either".

"If he talks at all, maybe he's like those guards at Buckingham palace!" Vince whispered excitedly. "We should try making faces at him and see if he reacts".

"Let's not and say we did" I smiled back at him, "I'd hate to get banned because the bouncer didn't have a sense of humor. Let's give this 5 minutes or until this next group gets here and if nothing happens we'll go talk to Mr. Badass". I swear I saw the bouncer's lips show the hint of a smile at the nickname, but the group from the stairwell chose that moment to step into view so I didn't get to see more.

The first one down the stairs was a white rabbit wearing skin tight black jeans and not much else. His right ear was decorated with a rainbow of colorful rings and both wrists were decked out in multi-colored candy. His tight body left no doubt that he was an experienced raver, and the way he kept reaching back and rubbing the stomach of the lion behind him, eyes wide and adoring, told me he was already rolling hard. The lion was dressed in all black, with neon glow lights twisted around his left leg and right arm. He was wearing one of those sound sensing t-shirts, the kind with a picture that lights up to the music or peoples voices or whatever noise it hears. The rabbits hand was playing with his fur under his shirt and it was clear that the lion was enjoying the touch, both from the glazed look on his face and the rather impressive bulge in his leather pants.

Behind the couple was a shifty looking blue belly lizard. His gold necklaces and blue belly stood out against his black scales. He was wearing a white button up shirt, open, with a neon green tree on the back. If the first two were rolling on E, then the lizard had to be frying on acid. He was grinning stupidly and his whole head was darting back and forth trying to take in every inch of the gloomy antechamber with his eyes. His grin was interrupted intermittently by mumbles that were probably louder than he thought. His claws were playing with a ring of sharpie pens that were hanging from his belt, that is, they were when he wasn't playing with the lion's golden mane, much to the lion's delight.

The group stepped up to the bouncer and got a quick once over from the metal detector, the lion had a pocket knife which the bouncer confiscated and tucked into his suit, maybe he would get it back later. When the husky had finished checking the newcomers he motioned for them to join us.

"All Clear, open gate 5", The Husky rumbled in a deep voice. He was still staring straight up the staircase and didn't spare a sidewise glace at us as the massive doors swung open and the small antechamber was immediately flooded with the light and sound of the dance floor. Vince and I walked foreword in awe, we were looking at the clubs main dance floor and it must have been at least a hundred yards across. To our rights was a massive stage lined with speakers 3 stories high and backlit by projection screens flashing with lights that made a multi colored face. The entire room was packed with furs of every shape and size and the noise was deafening in the confined space. Lights hung from the ceiling making a dazzling display out of the sea of screaming ravers. Scanning the room I could see that the perimeter was lined with vender stalls and the far left wall was taken up by a massive bar 100 yards long with dozens of bartenders pouring hundreds of drinks, I noted that for later.

It was an impressive club, and I realized that we had descended way deeper than I had originally thought. The music softened and I was pulled out of my awe inspired stupor. I turned back towards the stage to see that the abstract face on screen seemed to be talking along to the music. I concentrated on the words; My...name...is...scrillex, my...Name...is...scrillex, my...name...IS...scrillex, my...name...is...SCRILLEX!!! And the club exploded in a wave of sound and cheers and people jumping and screaming.

I heard a shout to my left that came across more like a whisper due to the roar of the stage ahead of me, "God this would be awesome on E right now". I looked over to see the lion glancing my way. His eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated, but now that he was closer I could see a red tint around the edges.

"Looks to me like you and your friend are already rolling" I shouted back over the crowd.

"Nah not me, we took some pills but they were bogus, I'm not feeling a thing". He looked down at the rabbit who was obviously rolling hard. His mouth was opened in a huge smile and he was bouncing wildly in place, rubbing his back against the lion's belly. He looked back at me with a smile, "well the ones I took were bogus anyway, but I think he's just a lightweight" the lion laughed and rubbed the rabbit between the ears. Vince leaned over from my right and gave me a nudge with his elbow; apparently he had been listening in, although I don't know how.

"I got some Molly for sale if you're interested." I shouted, just as the song ended and the music dropped. The lions ears perked up as did those of several of the people who were standing near us. Slightly alarmed I looked back to see if the bouncer had heard, but when I turned around I was looking at a stone wall, flanked on either side by vendor booths. I handn't even heard the gate close. Relieved and a little disturbed at the same time, I turned back to the lion, "So ya, I got some pills ha ha". I laughed with embarrassment at my own paranoia.

How much?" the lion asked.

"Ten each" I replied.

"Ok I'll take four", the lion said reaching for his wallet. "I'm only gonna take two but I know Luke is gonna want some when he stops frying. Ain't that right Luke?" The lion turned back to his left, but when he did the lizard was gone. "Luke?" the lion asked scanning the area before turning back to me, "better just make that two". He handed me a twenty dollar bill and I gave him two pink capsules. My first sale.

After that the lion and rabbit walked away, possibly to find their missing companion, but I'll never know, because immediately after, a group of squirrel chicks that had been standing in front of us watching the stage turned around and asked if they could buy some ecstasy as well. I sold them six capsules, and then I sold two more to a calico cat who asked for my number in case he needed more for some friends. I had made $50 profit in less than 5 minutes of being there. When people stopped coming up to us, Vince and I started wading deeper into the crowd. We would stop every ten to fifteen feet and yell out that we were selling E, within seconds someone would buy some and we would move on.

Wading through the crowd was an experience like nothing else, half naked bodies bumping and rubbing together in a steamy mass of sweat and excitement. The crowd was like a living thing, it would ebb and flow to the music and respond to the DJ's will. The beat of the base seemed to permeate my entire body and even while pushing past people, it was impossible not to jump along to the rhythm. It was so hot, that kind of body heat that you can only experience in a large crowd. My body was burning up and I was drenched in sweat but the air above the crowd was cool and refreshing.

Time lost all meaning in the crowd, the songs changed but I honestly could not tell the difference, or where the transitions were. We must have been there for hours, but the next thing I knew Vince and I were heading towards the back of the club to get a drink and take stock of what we had sold.

The bar was positioned along the back wall opposite the stage. It was a single long bar that stretched the entire length of the room, and the back was covered by a giant mirror that made the room look twice as big. It also let you order a drink without missing the show on stage. Black lights lit the selection of alcohol that was lining the shelves in front of the mirror, but at that moment all I wanted was a bottle of water. The bar tender grabbed me a bottle and charged me more that I would have paid for a beer, but what can you do? That's economics for ya.

"So how much do we have left?" Vince asked between gulps of his own overpriced water bottle.

"Looks like seven pills", I replied after looking at the plastic bag in the light. Totally forgetting I was flashing illegal narcotics in the relative open of the club.

"Holy shit! We sold that much and its only been", vince fumbled out his phone to check the time, then frowned when he saw the battery was dead. "Fuck how long has it been anyway".

I looked at my wrist instinctually before remembering that my watch band had broken a few days ago. Annoyed by the inconvenience of not having my watch, I pulled out my phone. I had a Message. I clicked past it to check the time before re opening it to see who it was. "It's 12:30, sooo... just over 2 hours". God it was hard to think with music that loud, especially about math.

The message was from a number I didn't recognize. It said, Hey got any E? I hate it when people text shit like that. Don't they know that text messages are saved by phone companies? And if any law enforcement wanted to they could look up entire conversations and just find a treasure trove of incriminating evidence. Maybe I'm just paranoid, or have seen Goodfellas too many times but I believe in discretion.

Vince was commenting on how quickly we had sold the stash of E, but I wasn't really paying attention. I texted back, _Who is this? _ No point confirming till I knew who I was talking too.

Kiron, I got your number from Minx, the calico. He said he met you earlier tonight.

_ Kk, I remember, don't like txting, where you at? _ I sent back, I would so rather make deals in person, at least to limit the incriminating evidence.

At the bar, far right side facing the bar, look for the white leopard with blue eyes. Not wearing much else ;)

_ Kk, omw, look out for a fox and a cheetah. Topless with brown cargo pants._ I replied. Not sure when I had lost my shirt but I wasn't wearing one at the bar. "Come on Vince we got another sell lined up". I grabbed Vince and had to lead him away from the bar and this wolf chick he was flirting with. I should say flirting at because she didn't look too interested and seemed glad to see him leave.

Looking for Kiron at the bar made me realize once again how fucking huge this place was. The bar seemed to stretch on endlessly as we waded through furs to get to the far side of the bar.

"So who are we looking for again?" Vince asked for the third time in five minutes.

"He said his name is Kiron, a white leopard with blue eyes, and apparently not wearing mu..." No sooner had I said it than I saw him. An all white leopard with striking blue eyes, eyes that sparkled as they reflected the lights from the stage and as soon as I saw them they locked onto me. His mouth opened and he threw up his hand to wave us over.

"Not much else" my ass. As far as I could tell the guy was completely naked. The only thing he seemed to be wearing was the calico that I had met early. The calico was happily sitting in his lap and chattering nonstop about...I have no idea actually, but his mouth was moving at a mile a minute and he was bouncing up and down excitedly. I have to admit I was staring as I walked up. Kiron had a perfect body, lean muscle without looking anorexic, standing about 5'11" or 6', hard to tell while he was sitting, and his eyes were just mesmerizing. I felt like he was looking into my soul with just a glance.

The calico was wearing a multicolored tunic with a wizards hat decorated in glowing stars with a jingle bell at the tip, he turned my way when he saw Kiron wave. His eyes went wide and he yelled out, "KIBA!!!!" before dashing off of Kiron's lap and practically pouncing on me, giving me the biggest hug I had ever gotten from a relative stranger. He pulled back just enough to look at my face, his irises were huge, before pushing his face back into the fur on my neck and nuzzling me while muttering incoherently to himself.

"Ooookay, seems like someone is having a great time", I laughed, only slightly uncomfortable with the current situation.

"Ya he is. Those must have been some great fucking pills you sold him." I looked up from the calico in my arms to see Kiron standing in front of me in nothing but a white thong, and a very large and tight thong at that. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, and way more comfortable in public than I would have been; but then again with a body like that, why not show it off?

"I only deal with the best", I said. My old salesman charm kicked in on autopilot, and I'm glad it did, because all I could think about was that muscular body standing right in front of me. I felt my blood rush to my crotch and I had to literally pry the calico off of me before he noticed my growing bulge. Kiron stepped in and helped me pry his friend loose, only to have the calico turn around and latch onto him. The calico only came up to Kiron's chest but he seemed more than happy to rub against that muscular chest and play with the soft white fur that covered it. "So I take it you want some more of what he got", I said, trying to focus on business and not the beefcake standing in front of me.

"Yes!" Kiron said excitedly clapping his hands together. "I want lots of what he's having". Kiron said laughing and looking down at the calico. "How much do you have?"

Vince stepped in front of me and cutting off what I was about to say, "we have seven pills left" he said giving my now tented crotch a casual backhanded whack as he spoke. Holy shit I was fully erect just from staring at this guy. I quickly looked away and shot a hand down to adjust myself into my waistband. Not quite as effective of a cover as I had hoped, seeing as I had lost my shirt and my cock was now poking out above my belt. I tried to play it off and crossed my hands in front of my cock in what I hoped was a casual way before looking back at the leopard in front of me. His eyes had never strayed from me and I felt my cheeks get hot as he gave me a little smile.

"Is that all?" he said, "I was hoping for a lot more".

"Like ten times that", the calico put in.

"Seriously?!? You want to buy 70 pills?" I couldn't believe it. I stepped out in front of Vince, exposed boner forgotten at the opportunity to make $350 in one deal.

"Well I was thinking more in the range of one to two hundred actually. Depending on the price. But if all you have is seven..." the leopard trailed off dramatically, obviously expecting an offer.

"Oh I can get you however much you need" I put in eagerly. "It'll just take a day or two to put together. But what are you going to do with all those pills? Do you sell them here in the club?"

"Oh no, I don't sell here; the club owner here is crazy. I have my own club where I sell actually. It's a different scene, less rave more.... Fetish I guess. I just came here to find a new supplier".

"Well, I'm your man," I said, extending my hand for a shake. "I have an endless supply and I'm eager to please".

"I can see that", Kiron said as he extended his own hand. He gave me a smile and looked down at my pants as he reached right past my hand and caressed my exposed tip. A shiver ran all the way down my spine to the base of my tale and my member spasmed and gave a small squirt into the hand that caressed it.

Vince laughed so hard he almost fell over.

My cheeks went bright red and for a second time in as many days I was thankful for having red fur.

Kiron didn't even flinch. He gave my cock another gentle squeeze and then held his messy paw up in front of the calico. "Look Minx, our new friend is eager to do business with us". The calico pulled his head out of Kiron's fur and turned towards the cum filled hand. His eyes went from a contented lazy wide to and excited Christmas morning wide in seconds as he grabbed onto Kiron's hand and started Licking the spot of pre off of it with a voracious appetite. "But I wonder if you're just excited about the deal or there is something else that has riled you up". He knew dam well why I was riled up and he was using that sexy body of his to its full advantage. "Let's have a drink and discuss the details shall we?" With that he turned to the bar and flagged down the nearest bar tender, giving me and Vince a perfect view of his even more perfect ass. He swayed his tail purposefully side to side while he held Minx under his left arm and waved to the bar tender with his right.

I just stared at him open mouthed, I had never in my life been more turned on by a guy, or anybody for that matter. I didn't even notice the trickle of pre that was now running down the front of my cargo pants. The only thing that snapped me out of my daze was Vince, finally done laughing, who came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck to lean on me. "Interesting fucking business partners you found!" he started laughing again as we made our way up to the bar, "didn't I tell you, you were going to love this place!?!" We joined Kiron and Minx at the bar and toasted to our future business.

Well as often happens, one drink became two drinks, became five drinks became Teeeeeee many Martooooonies, as my scuba diving instructor used to say. But by the end of the last drink a bargain had been struck for 200 pills at $8.00 per pill, netting me and Vince $600 with an option for weekly repeat business.

The next thing I remember is waking up on my couch with a hangover wearing a multicolored tunic and a Magician's hat. I had the vague recollection that neither item of clothing was mine but couldn't quite remember when I changed into them, or how I had gotten home for that matter.

I sat up on the couch and put my feet down on something a lot warmer than my floor should have been. Opening my eyes hurt too much so I opted for rubbing my feet back and forth until an annoyed whining sound let me know I was resting my feet on Vince. I curled my toes into his back and figured he was topples but really did not care to know more at that point in time.

"Ugh my head..." I whispered to myself. I'm really not much of a drinker, but I counted at least 7 rounds from last night, the last one being an AMF, standing for Adios....something, something.

"Not so loud" came Vince's reply. "Ugh. What's that ringing?"

"That's called a hangover Vince. I thought you would be well acquainted with it by now" I started grumbling more to myself than to Vince, "Fucking frat boys. Ordering round after round of fucking shots and now I have a hangover and..."

Ring Ring

_ _ "That!" Vince popped his head up as the ring echoed through the apartment.

"That's the doorbell. Who the fuck is coming by at" I checked my phone, opening my eyes hurt just as much as I knew it would. "2:30 in the afternoon, shit. What time were we supposed to meet striker?"

"2:30"

"Shit," just who I wanted to deal with, while in the throes of a hangover, Mr. Fucking Asshole.

Ring Ring

_ Ring Ring_

"I'm coming hold your horses!" I yelled from the couch as I tried to stand on wobbly knees. Vince groaned in protest to me standing on his back and his little shake was enough to send me toppling over the coffee table and onto the floor. Thankfully the bong was in my room at the time.

Bang Bang

"Asshole", I muttered under my breath while lying on my back, mustering the strength to stand without puking. I glanced at Vince and from this angle I could see that he was completely nude, not just topless. The sight of his perfect ass was almost worth the splitting pain from opening my eyes, almost. As soon as I was upright I swear that gravity shifted to the right and I fell loudly over the coffee table for a second time and onto Vince.

One of us made a loud Ooof! as I landed bodily on the naked Cheetah at the foot of the couch. I rolled onto my stomach in a half hearted attempt to stand, but ended up spooning Vince in the process. He felt so warm and soft. I couldn't resist the urge to rub my cheek against his back and my hips ground against his ass almost involuntarily. My member began to swell and for a moment I forgot about my hangover and the asshole outside the door because all that mattered was the soft fur against my cheek and the supple ass beneath me.

Bang Bang Bang

_ "_You going to get that? Or just lie there and dry hump me all day?" Vince asked with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Fuck that asshole, I got all the asshole I need right here." I said into Vince's neck while I continued to grind against him, getting harder by the minute.

"Listen, go deal with striker so he'll go away and the..." Bang Bang! Bang!! "THAT, will stop, then maybe I'll give you a treat".

"Fine," I grumbled, reluctantly pushing myself to my feet in my third attempt to reach the door. I made it to the door and opened it, still on shaky legs. I gestured for the black panther to enter and turned back towards the couch without waiting for him.

He strolled into the room wearing what looked like the same raggedy rockabilly outfit as last time he was here. "Looks like you two had a hell of a night, how much did you sell?" he asked while looking around at the apartment. "Oh and looks like you got a noise violation taped to your door too, just to let you know". Asshole

I sat back down on the couch with my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, the classic drunk pose. "Thanks, we sold all of it. And I need 200 more pills for tonight. Got a deal set up. When can you have them here?" I was not in the mood for pleasantries, business then Motrin, then back to a horizontal position where my head wouldn't spin. Vince was still on the ground, not getting up for anything at this point.

"Oh shit! 200? You guys did better than I would'a guessed. Who wants to buy 200 pills?"

"Dude, if you can't tell I have a massive hangover and am trying not to puke all over Vince here" I said without looking up. Vince muttered something to the affect of you better not. "So you'll understand if I'm not in the mood to play 20 questions right now. Can you just give me the pills so I can go back to sleep till this hangover wears off?"

"HAHA I've been there" the panther laughed in a very unpleasant way, "ok man I'll go get the pills and be back here at 8:00, I assume you're going to need another front, but I'll need the money from our first transaction before we open a new loan".

"Ya, sure, whatever, see you at 8:00. Can you lock the door on your way out?" I was going to be sick.

Striker laughed again and I listened to him walk to the door and slam it behind him.

"Ok, he's gone now where's my treat?

"It's in my ass", Vince said with a chuckle, "now start licking".

"Haha", I had to laugh at that, remembering the old flash cartoon of smurfette licking papa smurf's ass, "Papa Smurf can I lick your ass?" I rolled off the couch and back onto Vince. This time with my face to his luscious ass. His beautiful yellow and black spotted cheeks separated by a crevasse of pure white fur. I pressed my nose between those perfect mounds and nuzzled as deeply as possible before my nose touched the warm pink flesh of his tale hole.

"Mmmm, lick my ass bitch" Vince murmured, my cock growing hard against the side of his head. My hands spread his ass cheeks apart and my tongue explored the recesses of his puckered pink hole. I licked in long strokes down the length of his crack, his pure white fur growing damper with each stroke. The taste of fur was interrupted by the taste of sweaty flesh every time my tongue passed over his puckered tail hole, and every time I did his body gave a slight shudder.

I grew bolder by the minute, using my fingers to spread his cheeks wider as I focused on his puckered pink flesh. My tongue darted out in quick flicks over his sensitive opening as I grew more and more excited. My body rubbed against Vince's back while my hips rubbed against the side of his head. I could feel my foxhood growing inside my pants, and my chest ached to feel the bare fur of the cheetah beneath me. I took my hands away from his cheeks and quickly unbuttoned the multicolored shirt whos owner was still a mystery. I shrugged it off then moved to my pants, ceasing my grinding just long enough to unbutton my pants and slide them over my rump. I wasn't surprised to find that I wasn't wearing any underwear and barely spared a second thought as I used my legs to push my baggy cargo pants past my knees and off my legs entirely. My member was fully erect by this point and I ground it eagerly against Vince's side turned head. In the midst of my grinding it slipped from the side of his head, where it had been sandwiched between my hips, and in front of his face.

I kept grinding but without something to grind against my efforts only served to frustrate me. I moaned into Vince's ass and was rewarded by the sensation of a rough tongue sliding across my cock. I shifted my hips trying to angle my tip towards his mouth but when I tried to thrust in, he closed his lips and my tip slid infuriatingly off the side of his face.

It was torture, the only thing fighting off the pounding in my head was the throbbing in my cock, and without anything to grind against or thrust into my headache was re-emerging 10-fold. I ground continuously against Vince's face but he refused to open the way into his soft warm mouth. What was worst was that he began to taunt me, slowly humming 'nuh uh uh' with his lips still closed. Only opening them to give a quick teasing lick across my aching cock before shutting them tight once more.

I whined as I pressed my tongue against his puckered tail hole, pressing the point against his entrance and wiggling it to try and make his hole relax. I was gaining ground against his sphincter while his lips remained sealed against my cock's advances. Before long his tail hole relaxed and my tongue broke through, wiggling inside with one final push.

Vine gasped and I heard a sharp intake of breath, seizing my moment, I thrust my hips foreword pushing my member past his lips and into the warm recesses of his waiting mouth. His gasp turned to a muffled yelp, and then to a moan as he stopped fighting and closed his lips around my intruding member. His tongue slid along my length and he sucked my cock with loving affection while I licked deeper into his ass.

His ass tasted like shit, but I was surprised to find that that didn't taste so bad. Maybe it was the warm lips around my shaft or the tongue teasing my cock, but I found myself swept up in the moment and all I could think about was digging my tongue deeper into his tail hole and trying to bring Vince as much pleasure as he was bringing me.

I pulled my head back and stuck my tongue out as far as I could, using it to thrust in and out of Vince's ass while my cock did the same thing to his mouth. Vince shivered beneath me and his mouth began working in unison to my thrusts, relaxing to take my member deep in his throat, then sucking hard when I pulled out, milking my cock as I tried to withdraw.

The sensation was too much, I pushed myself off his ass and sat back in front of Vince's face. I grabbed him by the sides of his face and straightened his head into a vertical position, he gave a disgruntled sound as I lifted his head to an uncomfortable angle and forced him to use his hands to hold himself up, dick still halfway down his throat. Then I started to thrust in earnest. Short quick thrust grew longer and deeper as I found a rhythm and face fucked my best friend in what was quickly becoming the most satisfying experience of my entire life.

"Ooooh Vince" was all I could say as he took my entire length down his throat like he had been doing this his entire life. His throat was tight and welcoming. He purred softly massaging my every trust with a warm tingling sensation that made me tilt my head back in pleasure.

Before long I was balls deep in Vince's muzzle, my sack lighly taping against his chin with every thrust. I thrust harder. It almost hurt every time my balls slapped his chin, the first tingling of that body numbing sensation peaking out with every thrust but never quite reaching the point of pain. I could feel them growing heavier, my white orbs swelling and pulling up to my body aching for release. "My balls are gonna burst" I moaned, not expecting anything but to my surprise, Vince lifted a hand and began rolling them together, squeezing gently and pulling on them in time to my continued thrusts against his muzzle. I rubbed behind his ears and leaned over him, supporting myself with one hand and holding his head against my groin with the other. I pushed all the way into Vince's throat, feeling his nose press into my pubic fur as I had tried so desperately to do just the day before. Resting my head against his supple ass cheeks I panted and listened to Vince's throat work around my engorged member. I waited until he gasped for breath before letting him finally pull back and catch his breath.

I didn't give him long to recover. I could feel my orgasm growing closer with each thrust. I moved my free hand from Vince's head to his cock, he was fully erect and already slick with pre. I gave his throbbing Cheetah dick a squeeze, remembering instantly how it had tasted between my lips, and giving a spurt of precum into Vince's mouth.

I pulled on Vince's dick and gave another squeeze when my hand came to his sensitive tip. He moaned around my cock. I used my pinky to rub the underside of his tip, wiggling my finger into his opening and feeling him go rock hard in my grasp. I pushed my pinky inside his cock up to the first knuckle using my other fingers to squeeze and rub his member while my member continued to thrust into his till sucking mouth.

Vince moaned again around my member, still thrusting into his mouth, his hips thrust foreword pushing my pinky into his urethra. It's an intoxicating, if slightly unnerving feeling, and feeling it for the first time in the midst of a passionate fucking was sending Vince quickly off the deep end. His gentle moaning turned urgent, then became a scream as his member pulsated and thick ropes of cum erupted around my finger, expelling it from its sensitive confines. Vince's orgasm shook his entire body, he screamed against my member and his throat vibrated violently, spasming and bringing me into my own orgasm.

I hugged Vince around the waist and gave one final thrust, feeling his hand squeeze my aching balls as I came in his mouth. My ass cheeks clenched, and my balls pulled against Vince's hold tying to empty their load into his sucking mouth. He was sucking harder than ever, pulling the cum out of my shaft faster that I could push it. I kept cumming, lifting my head to scream my ecstasy to anyone who could hear. Vince continued to suck, his tongue licking every drop of cum from my pulsing cock and when I finally had no more to give, he pushed his tongue up into my opening, probing for that last drop.

I collapsed on top of him, my hips gently rocking while he continued to suck, his tongue still probing for more. We laid there for god know how long, Vince gently suckling on my shaft long after it had gone flaccid, and me resting my head on his right ass cheek like a pillow, lovingly licking his left and gently groping both as I drifted on the verge of sleep. My hangover was long forgotten, all I cared about was the rhythmic breathing beneath me, and the gentle suckling on my cock.

"So Vince?" I asked quietly. Getting only a muffled "Hmmm?" in response, "Does this mean I win this round?

Authors Note:

Holy shit! Chapter 2 finally done, over a year and some change later. And let me give my respect to all the authors that continue to pump out stories on a regular basis. That being said I hope you all enjoyed this addition, I know it got a little long pre-yiff and you still don't know how I ended up in a fucking cell if ur confused go back and read ch 1 but an idea should be forming and hopefully it won't take me as long to do ch3.

Dedicated to Duffin, your return was the inspiration that got me writing again. Glad to see you back.